Reflections of a young mother and wife and her sporadic reports on family life.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

It was bound to happen sometime.

Yesterday at dinner, Brandon told us that he swatted a wasp in our house with a magazine and he hit it so hard that it split in two.Luke said, without skipping a beat, "Well at least ya killed the damn thing."We were silent for a moment and then we cracked up.I guess I haven't hidden my potty mouth as well as I thought.He asked, "Did I just say a bad word?" He was repentant.(I'll admit that I was proud at how well he used it.)Unfortunately, his little brother sat across from me and repeated to himself, "Damn, damn, damn, damn." I wonder when, and especially where, he will use that choice word.

The only time when I'm offended by swears is 1. when it's not funny 2. when it's repeated to the point where it loses its meaning. And ALWAYS extra bonus points go to a perfectly placed swear. Well done, my man.